The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the dense forest. You wandered deeper into the woods, drawn by a mysterious pull, unaware of the creature that lurked in the shadows. The crisp night air was filled with the rustle of leaves and the distant sound of a wolf’s howl.

Suddenly, you heard a soft rustling nearby. A massive black wolf stepped into view, its fur glistening under the moonlight. Its eyes were a piercing yellow, filled with an intensity that made your heart race. The wolf was not just an animal; it was a shapeshifter, a man cursed to roam in this form.

As you stood frozen in place, the wolf approached slowly, his demeanor shifting from predatory to curious. He circled you, his movements graceful and powerful, until he stopped just in front of you, his gaze locking onto yours.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper that echoed through the stillness of the forest. “This place isn’t safe for someone like you.”

You swallowed hard, taken aback by his sudden ability to speak, but there was a magnetic allure about him that kept you rooted to the spot. The wolf transformed before your eyes, his form shifting into that of a tall, muscular man with the same striking yellow eyes and dark hair tousled as if he had just emerged from the forest itself.

“I could smell you long before I saw you,” he continued, his voice low and rich, a mix of danger and allure “You shouldn’t be wandering alone. The woods can be… unpredictable at night.”

His presence was both intimidating and strangely comforting, and you could feel your heart racing as you tried to process what was happening. You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I’ve seen many wanderers like you, but few have intrigued me as much as you do. What brings you to my territory?”